The words that I have dealt me,
the way that I have cut me down,
the way that I have broken me
- I see clearly.
But I raked those evils within me
and, with rain water, washed them away,
replaced with all of my bravery, stubbornness, unlimited forgiveness and abundance of affection.
The critic's buried.
I see a stranger in the mirror.
I no longer know me at all, in fact.
This sensible, responsible person is not who I thought I'd be
yet is me.
I am not ashamed of this person, who is calm,
who is good, full of light,
full of strength and full of life.
I am her.